He had been frightened. He knew he could fall in love with her, and deep down inside he knew he would. Twice he tried to back away, and twice he had f...iled. The first time he had made her angry. He had been stunned. He had no idea that she cared. He couldn’t stay away now, it was too late. She had told him about the ‘one.’ He remembered the ache he felt. He was married, she wasn’t. How could he possibly be her ‘one.’ ‘I hope you find him,’ his reply had been weak and transparent. She had. I don't know how much longer things would have gone on that way had I not snapped. I totally lost it one afternoon after my motel jaunt with Jennifer. It had been a memorable day in that for the first time Jennifer had asked me to butt fuck her. I was driving back to work and Jennifer had her feet in my lap, bare toes playing with my exposed cock and my hands started to shake. They shook so bad that I had to pull over to the side of the road. I have no idea why because I wasn't thinking about. I literally kiss her ass as I go to town, and Carrie goes to town on me. About four quick jerks with her hand and then her mouth glided down the length of my cock. Her hands now things of the past, she's giving me the definition of head. After her "cliche post-fraat party 69-ing" comment I figure this is how I'm going to get off, and I couldn't be happier ... or so I thought. "Uggghhhhh," Carrie groans, "I swear this is not 'cliche' for me, but could we have sex?" I pause from licking her. " Ok."She lowered her head and planted a soft, light, wet kiss on the tip. She paused for a moment, licked her lips, and slipped the fat head into her mouth. He leaned back in the seat. Her wet lips enveloped the width of his shaft and smeared her lipstick on its skin. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap.She held his cock in one hand and rubbed his balls in her other and moaned softly. The warmth of her breath made him tingle all over. She sucked a little more strongly and moved her head up.